mind. Your words hold no weight but they?ll be unending Just like tonight If words could kill I?d find the words to tell you how I feel If the truth
my mind. Your words hold no weight but they?ll be unending Just like tonight If words could kill I?d find the words to tell you how I feel If the truth
could be beat, and I ain't saying I'm tough But if it's beef I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up" If it's beef when we meet then I'm spaying shit
got problems of my own How you think the streets gon' act know that Suge home These niggaz is birds I can see the feathers on 'em If Doc give me the word
I be the baddest see when I see when I spit I become the maddest And kill 'em until the blood SEEK THROUGH! Front if you want but you know who the top
t stop until your blood runs down the street drain I got an idea, give me a minute And if it makes sense, then get with it What if we could take our enemies
fuck, lemme call Toni up (Nigga What? !) They used to go, whose he? that's word to moo me Paper on these books, no looseleaf, truly If the throne's behind
: Sonnet I Dreaming from my tower in the air Higher than the trees surrounding close Wondering if men would find me fair, Footsteps down below break
catch your mama going to therapy And cut her throat You lil' sister walking home from school I abduct her, then I fuck her I hit ya park close up with
the mac I'm in the shack bakin muffins Fake the funk and get your rump roast One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close Pun spoke, ain't
skin you're not my mommy He grabbed me up to run some smooth words by me Promise things that he would buy me If I kept my mouth close and don't tell mommy
don't give a damn if she has fake ass rap model (Damn! nigga get the fuck out here! while below me down) they sucked my balls, if she want me to stink
I'm too hard to kill, I refuse to die Sweat tears and blood, paid dues survive In these streets I roam, I've been blessed to live Could've easily got
condone broken homes, when our children is sick Try'nna survive off the cereal and milk from the WIC And all the good ones we got, be getting killed in
' with the mac I'm in the shack bakin' muffins Fake the funk and get your rump roast One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close Pun spoke
